My bags are packed, my “see ya later”s have been said, and my first flight is done. Does that make it real yet to you? Because it feels pretty real to me.
If you were to ask me just a week ago if I was excited for this journey and I answered honestly, I would have said no. I was not excited of “pressing pause” on my life for a year and living like out of a backpack with no permanent address. I was not excited for the long travel days, a limited wardrobe, and a huge sense of the unknown. But as a good Father always does, the Lord spoke into that. He told me that everyone of my fears and worries were valid and fair to have, but He is so much bigger than that. He not only will take my anxieties, but He wants them. He wants to take all that is holding me back from giving Him everything away from me so all I have to focus on is Him.
So yes, there are going to days where the worries seem to flood back in all at once but the place I will try and return to is in the Lords arms. So I’m not going to say “here goes nothing” because that’s not what I’m giving to God. Instead, I’m going to give Him everything because trust me, He can handle it.
